Drought

Dust in my throat, my eyes

Blue skies

Flies

Buzzing around my head

Dead

Eyes staring, pleading

Needing

Rain

Parched soil, cracked earth

Wasted girth

Birth

Of another scorching day

Away

Over the plain

Ever elusive

Rain

A brisk wind, a cloud up high

Trees sigh

My

Eyes turn to the West

Thunderous claim

A chance

Rain

Joy, fear, doubt, dread

Thoughts rush through my head

Lead

Drops on a tin roof

Heavy, promising

Fleeting

Disappointing

Drought